If Looks Could Kill Lyrics – Beyonce Knowles, Mos Def

If Looks Could Kill Text

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[Beyonce:]
Sweetness, flowing like a faucet
Body banging, no corset
Brothers wanna toss it
But they lost
Cause my game made them forfeit
Slicker than a porpouse and thicker than a horse's
Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
I stick to my thesis
I stick to my features
Brothers trying to hold but they game never reaches
And most of these cats are like the middle of peaches
I see you looking black
So what you looking at
You in a bar and wanna twist me like a bottle cap

[Mos Def:]
I'm trying to holla Miss to
See if you gon' holla back

[Beyonce:]
Your game is whack
I know you'll run and get your quarter back
See this is Carmen, curves like a coldasac sack
Skin coffee and cream
Ya donuts you ain't talkin at

[Mos Def:]
But this is Miller, liutenant if you're wondering
[Sam Sarpong:]
And I'm Nataniel
[Mos Def:]
Mel Gibson
[Sam Sarpong:]
Danny Glovering

[Beyonce:]
But I'm not hearing you, you might as well be mumb-i-ling
See I have dreams and with a man, what would become of him
There's not a kid out here that can make me believe
I should post pone my goals, he got tricks up his sleeve
Whole bar full of cuffs and you ain't locking me down

[Mos Def:]
I got a warrant for your heart and a bed hold trial
[Sam Sarpong:]
Get a pardon and come with the sargeant now

[Beyonce:]
Give me a chair cause I don't care
I ain't feeling your style

[Chorus:]
Ay yo, I'm trying to get with you shorty
But I'm not feeling you
But I'm a officer shorty
My looks are killing you
Murder one'll get you under the covers
Game taller, man slaughter, I ain't feeling you brothers

Ay yo, I'm trying to get with you shorty
But I'm not feeling you
But I'm a officer shorty
My looks are killing you
Murder one'll get you under the covers
Game taller, man slaughter, I ain't feeling you brothers

[Beyonce:]
Eyes like the ocean
[Mos Def:]
Ma I got some lotion
Hold your thighs, raise them high
And daddy long stroking
[Beyonce:]
Hair like forever
[Sam Sarpong:]
Swear I could do it better
Take the gun out of my holster
I still pack a baretta
[Beyonce:]
Brothers sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing
But that kid
[Mos Def:]
Don't waste your time, he ain't worth doing
He's just a sergeant, passing out tickets for parking
[Sam Sarpong:]
Chicken heads clucking

[Beyonce:]
Pitiful bulls barkin
See this is Carmen
Voice sweet as Marvin
I turn out lights with a switch when I'm walkin
Girls steady jealous cause they men always hawkin
Even got Lou looking at me like he stalkin
And I got a mind too
I wouldn't bless you
If your first name was Ha-Chu
On Sunday singing gospel

[Mos Def:]
You ain't a dime, just a nickel acting hostile
[Beyonce:]
I'm heading for the big top and bouncing off this side show